pillar of faith

[skirr]

Oh, what are they gonna do
When the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Z I O N?

Seversk had a tendency to watch things.

After all, there was little to do around here but watch. Watch for signs of the clans in the distance, watch for a chance - for he was opportunistic, and all around just a little afraid of confrontation. He could hold his own in battle, yes, but anybody who saw the scraggly rogue slinking across the mountain side would not expect he'd lead an attack on the clans.

They would never expect him.

The mottle tom had finally found a strategically placed boulder, just small enough so he could scramble to the top. He stare at it with china blue eyes for a moment, planning his trajectory and angle of approach - for a moment, he was as still as the rock. Then the speckled hind legs exploded in a leap, his claws unsheathed to try to help him grip the rock. His ascent was not that graceful, but no one would be able to tell that from the way he perched atop the rock.

It had occurred, very simply to him, that he could not do this alone. What 'this' was he didn't care to think about; instead, his vengeance against his ancestral enemies required armies. He was sure there were others, disgruntled, misplaced, like him. And if there weren't? He could convince them. Trick the loners and unite the rogues. What could go wrong?

He didn't need to name what an obstacle was; it already had a name.

What he needed most were fr- allies. Cats he could exchange pleasantries with. Something to break the endless cycle of snow, to become some kind of shadow in the dull landscape before him.

Seversk sighed. In all honesty, he was bored.

Shake your fist at the gates saying,
I have come home now
Fetch me the SPIRIT, the SON and the FATHER
Tell them their pillar of faith has A S C E N D E D

_{lyrics from 10000 days ( wings for marie prt 2 ), (c) tool}

[t h e h a u n t]

but does anyone notice?


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Another one? She was well aware of the massive arrive of cats. Annoyed her beyond any reason. Although, this cat wasn't playing the slave of that other cat. What was it he called himself...

Ah, Carner.

Breathed a hiss spitefully. The cocky outsider was too full of himself. Violently she thrashed her tail, as if sweeping away the existence of the egotistical kitty.

There was new blood within Clotilde's sight now. Absently, he seemed to be entertaining himself. Or at least attempting to. A wind blew at her feet and the white cat when slightly stiff. Her scent would definitely alarm him.

So she walked with the wind to reveal herself.

"'Allo," Pale green eyes held an arrogance, "Vou're vith da... da clans?" Even though she knew of the answer, she asked.

In the name of conversation.

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but does anyone care?

lyrics- early sunsets over monroeville
- my chemical romance
word count: 128

[skirr]

Ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy, spare me
None of them could even hold a candle up to YOU

It was instantaneous, as if he were a leader calling
his clan. But who could dare compare such a lifestyle to theirs, the brutish naivety of Clan cats to the ragged aristocrats out here? Somewhere deep down he was so full and himself and yet the various beatings had always told him DO BETTER.

He was doing better. He scented her, but he didn't respond. He didn't need to; such was courteous.

"'Allo, Vou're vith da... da clans?"

Mottled skull turned slowly to gaze at her, blue eyes lowered almost in relaxation. Did Seversk ever relax? Here’s a paradox: he always appeared relaxed, but rarely was. Did she know that? "They said they were an empire," he answered, "But I wouldn't know. That was before my time." He spoke easily, as if talking about the clouds.

He didn't want to alarm her.

The snake could tell that there was a gremlin before him, reeking of ash and blood like the dragon. That one - Carter? Karn? Something along those lines - a name he didn't mention. In his hatred of his ancestry he idolized them: there had only ever been one. The prodigal prince had yet to regain his throne.

The outcast turned fully toward her, thin legs and dainty paws pressed together for warm. For a moment, he stared, then looked back out into the horizon, where the daily light show went on. "It's always red," he said, "Always red. They said red is a symbol of power, but..." He glanced at her. The silver tongue was speaking in riddles, perhaps, but you had to be stealthy or they'd kill you. "Wouldn't it be nice for some change? Maybe green or even...blue?"

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon all non-believers
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence

_{lyrics: 10000 days - tool
word count: 314, not including lyrics + credits}

[t h e h a u n t]

i see a sheep that will not leap

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White ear flicked to one side when he mentioned the empire. Was there some more coming? He implied it had fallen, however.

So there couldn’t be more.

With that out-of-the-picture, Clotilde was pleased at his continuing of conversation.

"I vas told ze horizin devoured ze sun, zpeadin eetz blood over ze sky ev'ry day," She counter. Turned her head in the same direction of this new cat. It would be interesting, to change something as constant as the sky. Impossible. Intruding, nevertheless.

Today, however, the rogue loner did not like change.

"Vhere's ze order en zat?" Asked she, her tail's tip flicking ever-so-slightly. “Zhould ze treetopz match ze sky?” Tilted her head, as she observed the sky, her eyes stung a little, and the white she-cat inconspicuously looked over to the outsider. “Blue?” What success would that bring?

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we will find your sheep somewhere

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lyrics, sheep song- the dresden dolls
word count- 133

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

\\Ridge//
All for one,
and none for the rest

Claws scraped through the snow to find the ground and dig unto the hard earth. He pulled away pain ripping through his paws. He knew it would hurt, but it was keeping his ear, and hip from paining him. He growled in anger and flicked his tail in anger and pain. He hated the feeling, and he hated feeling weak. It had been almost 3 months since his last run in with the clans. When he and the other Rogues had been banished from the land. It seemed that he had been the face of the rogue community if there was such a thing, and he had blown it. Carner had been livid, and though his ear had been shredded by Sapphirestar, and a large scar now stood out against his gray fur over his left eye, Carner had all but banned him from his group. He was punished, and attacked by many there at that meeting. He was given a few stipulations, which he had all but met. It wasn't that he needed to be back into this group. It was more he wanted to lead them to victory. He would kill Carner one day, take over all the clans. He smirked and pulled his claws from the ground once more. A breeze blew over his face carrying the scent of two cats. one he knew, one he did not.

He sighed and picked up his pace to an even trot, his hip screamed at him where Carner had last torn flesh and muscle from bone, but he did not relent. The wound was almost healed now, and he was ready to go back for his final beating. He looked up at Clotilde and smiled as he came into view. She wasn't anything special, though she was pretty, she wasn't his type. He had his two faes. both in the same clan, and both head over heels for him. He smirked at the thought and rolled his eyes. He lifted his gaze to Seversk, whom he didn't know and raised his tail in greeting. His voice came forth even and calm as he looked at the tom, and fae. "Clotilde, it is good to see you away from Carner for a bit." he said with a rye smile ,for he knew she wasn't really around him all that much, nor did she care for him at all, but he would get a claw in where he could. He looked to the male then and smirked. "I am Ridge, who might you be? I have yet to see you out and about." He had intereupted them, he knew, but of course being Ridge, he couldn't care any less than he did right at that moment. He moved to the base of the boulder and in an elegant bounding leap he landed beside the tom, and looked at him sitting and wrapping his tail around his paws and waiting.

Words: 497
Posting As:
For: Clotilde, and Seversk
Muse: pretty amazing
Notes: nothing...

[skirr]

you start to yell
"Hey, buddy, hey! Hey, buddy, please!
Would you quiet down? You're killing me!
It's 2 AM, I'm trying to S L E E P!"

Seversk watched with blue eyes, desire and repulsion cresting in his silence. One watching might see the subtle way his tail moved along the rock, almost twitching in its hasty, smooth movements. He watched her because the red sky had become dull.

He almost smiled at her retort, exotic mythology like the dripping tone of her thick accent. He tilted head downward, looking at her from the corner of his eye, an action that could perhaps be considered unsettling. The mottled rat had never been one to try to win people over with good impressions. They could hate him, as long as he wanted them to.

"Not sky," he cooed, breaking his spell of either charm or eerie aura, "the snow." He gestured to the face of the mountain with his paw. "It turns red sometimes, a trick of light I suppose." He figured the meaning had been lost somewhere in translation, and let it slip by as his focus turned to the newcomer.

The other rogue waved his tail in greeting, but Seversk just watched. He addressed the girl - Clotilde, was it? - referring to their king for a moment. The tortoiseshell watched for a minute, silent until Ridge spoke to him. "Seversk, if it pleases you," he said, choosing this time not to use an alias. The way this tom spoke of Carner and his wounds added up very nicely.

Orange spotted ears flicked back slightly as he was suddenly joined atop the rock, shifting awkwardly away from the larger male. He took to a constant lean, and passively licked his paw in slight paranoia and in attempt to keep his calm facade. "I.. tend to be more introverted than most other cats around here." I don't like dealing with idiots. He watched the other impassively from the corner of his blue eyes.

But the sound keeps going, 'til the walls are shaking
And no one answers though you keep running around and banging on doors
And it seems strange there's no one home, you start to wonder
"Who's making that noise if I'm up here all alone?"

lyrics: 2 am - three more shallows
word count: 306, not including lyrics + credits

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

((I'll post in w while...sorry it's taken me a long time..))

[t h e h a u n t]

if they ever let her go

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Scowled at herself as her fur self-consciously pricked. Clotilde didn't like the display of a flaw. Didn't like how she full-out misinterpreted what the tom was talking about. He could start thinking less of her.

Before she could redeem herself, a third cat entered their conversation.

She recognized him (and, he obviously recognized her), it was one of Carner's minions. The narcissistic tom made her blood boil. And when Ridge stated "it is good to see you away from Carner for a bit." she barred her ivory teeth, letting out a hiss. He was implying that she was his follower.

Something she'd never let happen. He loved to make everyone feel lower than him. And the white-she cat loved to feel in power. It would never work for her.

Seethed with anger, but the loner said nothing to add onto the discussion. She wanted nothing to do with Ridge.

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she'll still be bound to all her fears

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^{lyrics; never seen the
light of day by mando diao
word count; 156}

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[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

His cold grey eyes turned to Clotilde, as she gave a hiss. He flicked his tail and looked down over the rock at her. She didnt' speak though and so his attention was grasped again by the tom whom had given his name and the answer to some riddle, or some such crap they had been speaking of. He rolled his eyes slightly before giving a slow intake of breath and speaking calmly. "Have you had a run in with the clans yet Seversk?" He asked his voice an irritating even jovial high. He wouldn't let this tom feel his pain and anger under his voice. He could fake it with the best of them. He flicked his tail and looked down at Clotilde once more. "And what of you? Any run ins with the clans recently?" He asked his ears flicking forward to hear her words. He wanted to know about the clans...he was seemingly becoming obsessed. no, for then I will be like Carner...I cannot be like him...I wish only to rule the clans...not destroy them... he tried to convince himself of his 'pure' heart and motives but he knew he was turning into Carner.